If I look for it, the feeling's there. I don't even have to look that hard. After a couple of beers, it's actually quite out in the open, waiting to be acknowledged.
And I enjoy living by myself, I enjoy not having to think about anyone else, worry about anyone's feelings too much. I enjoy knowing everything I do, I do for me.
But I'm so lonely.
Of course I'm lonely.
I don't think I ever won't.
What's the point?
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